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"I still don't know what sort of world this is, she thought, But whatever world we're in now, I'm sure this is where I will stay. Where we will stay. This world must have its own threats, its own dangers, must be filled with its own type of riddles and contradictions. We may have to travel down many dark paths, leading who knows where. But that's okay. It's not a problem. I'll just have to accept it. I'm not going anywhere. Come what may, this is where we'll remain, in this world with one moon."
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"The closest thing to perfection is imperfection."
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Personal Development
"It's not that I've been invited to the hole I'm standing in. It's that I accepted the invitation."
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Personal Development
"The fullness of life's balancing grace will demand the symmetry of recompense for all your loss and pain."
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Personal Development
"Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it's a little closer to being perfect."
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Personal Development
"Be open minded like the sky. Be accepting like the ocean. Be loving like a flower."
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Personal Development
"If the wind brushes against you, do not complain; it brushes against everyone."
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Personal Development
"You do not need to make everyone happy, because you are not paid for."
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Personal Development
"You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them."
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"In this world, the mistake is in where one says he has objections. There should be no objection to anything."
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"I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met."
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"It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them."
Writing
"He decided not to ask for details. Better to avoid exposing his ignorance even further."
Technology
"Me, I've seen 45 years, and I've only figured out one thing. That's this: if a person would just make the effort, there's something to be learned from everything. From even the most ordinary, commonplace things, there's always something you can learn. I read somewhere that they said there's even different philosophies in razors. Fact is, if it weren't for that, nobody'd survive."
Wisdom
"Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories."
Identity
"Robbing people of their actual history is the same as robbing them of part of themselves. It's a crime."Fuka-Eri thought about that for a moment.Tengo went on, "Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If our collective memory is taken from us - is rewritten - we lose the ability to sustain our true selves."
History
"It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck."
Attitude
"Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells."
Life
"Ships passing in broad daylight."
Life
"One guy yelled at me, 'You stupid bitch, how do you live like that with nothing in your brain?' Well, that did it. I wasn't going to put up with that. Ok, I'm not so smart. I'm working class. But it's the working class that keeps the world running, and it's the working classes that get exploited. What kind of revolution is it that just throws out big words that working-class people can't understand? What kind of crap social revolution is that? I mean, I'd like to make the world a better place, too. If somebody's really being exploited, we've got to put a stop to it. That's what I believe, and that's why I ask questions. Am I right, or what?"
Society
"The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer would last forever: the warmth of a girl's skin, an old rock 'n' roll song, freshly washed button-down shirt, the odor of cigarette smoke in a pool changing room, a fleeting premonition. Then one summer (when had it been?) the dreams had vanished, never to return."
Life
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